Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
the Association,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.